Treasures Blind the Heavenly Talent Disciples' Eyes

Lin Feng's lips curved into a smile filled with unspoken meaning as he looked at their expressions. With a casual wave of his hand, the Flying Immortal Sword in his grip, imbued with peerless sharpness, shot towards Ye Xuan.

"Ye Xuan, what are you standing there for?"

"Hurry up and accept the sword so it can recognize you as its master?"

Lin Feng called out sharply.

"Ah? Right!"

Ye Xuan had been completely stunned by the pressure emanating from the Flying Immortal Sword. He stared blankly at the flying sword, unmoving, until he heard the Esteemed Sect Master's shout. Only then did he snap back to reality.

He cast aside all distracting thoughts, held his breath, and pushed his aura to its limit, preparing to receive the Flying Immortal Sword.

He knew that immortal swords like this weren't easily subdued. Especially immortal swords with their own consciousness, they were not only unruly but also contained immense danger. One wrong move could lead to utter ruin.

However, Ye Xuan had underestimated the Flying Immortal Sword produced by the System.

The moment he gripped the sword's hilt, the sharp and domineering sword qi instantly enveloped him, dragging him dozens of feet away with a whoosh.

"Bang!"

Before Ye Xuan could react, he slammed violently into a towering ancient tree, nearly shattering his bones.

"Swoosh!"

Before he could curse, the Flying Immortal Sword flipped, dragging him into another tree ten feet away.

"Bang!"

Dazed and dizzy from the pain, the Flying Immortal Sword dragged him into a large boulder.

This time, Ye Xuan couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood that flew a considerable distance.

This series of collisions completely ignited his fighting spirit. Gritting his teeth, he stomped his feet firmly into the ground, channeling all his Spiritual Energy into his hands as he desperately held onto the Flying Immortal Sword.

But how could an immortal sword be so easily controlled?

The Flying Immortal Sword burst into a radiant light, emitting a muffled sword cry. Its unparalleled Sharp Aura became even more ferocious, dragging Ye Xuan forward with a powerful force.

On the ground, Ye Xuan's feet carved two gullies half a foot deep. In moments, his shoe soles were gone, and his feet were bleeding profusely.

The piercing pain made Ye Xuan gasp uncontrollably, cold sweat beading and trickling down his cheeks.

Yet, he had no intention of giving up. Instead, he gripped the Flying Immortal Sword even tighter.

He persisted, the Spiritual Energy in his Qi Sea circulating wildly as he tried to control the Flying Immortal Sword.

However, the Flying Immortal Sword was, after all, famous from the Divine Weapon Scroll, and it was produced by the System. Its power was imaginable.

He pulled back, and the Flying Immortal Sword dragged him forward.

He moved left, and the Flying Immortal Sword pulled him right.

He went down, and the Flying Immortal Sword yanked him up.

Ye Xuan was tossed around by the Flying Immortal Sword, flying through the sky and soaring through the clouds.

In a short while, Ye Xuan was in a state of utter disarray, a sight too pathetic to behold.

Bruised and swollen, hair disheveled, clothes in tatters, covered in wounds...

At this point, he was close to his breaking point.

With his current strength, trying to make the Flying Immortal Sword recognize him as its master was akin to seeking his own death.

"In the end... I still can't make it recognize me. Am I going to fail?"

"But I'm not reconciled!"

"I've failed the Esteemed Sect Master's gift!"

Ye Xuan's eyes were red, filled with immense frustration and sorrow.

The hands gripping the hilt trembled violently, and he was on the verge of losing his grip...

"Ye Xuan, do not panic. I, your Sect Master, bestow upon you one Spiritual Pill."

Before his voice even fell, Lin Feng flicked his finger, sending a translucent, jade-green pill, about the size of a thumb, flying into Ye Xuan's mouth with a swoosh.

This Spiritual Pill was produced by the System, a Spiritual Pill and Elixir perfectly matched for a Sword Cultivator's physique.

As soon as the pill entered his mouth, it instantly transformed into streams of sweet spring water, flowing through his limbs and bones.

At this moment, it was like a long drought finally receiving sweet rain. The depleted Spiritual Energy within his body erupted with vibrant life, surging uncontrollably like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Boom!

Boom!

His aura climbed steadily.

Ye Xuan let out a wild laugh and began to contend with the Flying Immortal Sword once more.

Time flows like water in cultivation. In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Lin Feng and Xuanyuan Qingtian stood guard beside Ye Xuan, neither of them uttering a word.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp sound, and a streak of green light descended from the void.

It was filled with immense sharpness and unparalleled dominance!

"Buzz!"

A clear sword hum rang out as Ye Xuan landed steadily on the ground.

Although he looked utterly disheveled, his expression was filled with boundless joy and excitement, his eyes gleaming like swords.

He had managed to subdue the Flying Immortal Sword, an Immortal Artifact listed on the Divine Weapon Scroll.

At this moment, he could clearly feel a powerful, sharp aura filling his Qi Sea, and his Spiritual Energy had undergone a qualitative transformation.

Furthermore, his mind had formed a close connection with the Flying Immortal Sword, allowing him to perceive its every emotion.

Ye Xuan couldn't help but fantasize about the future, "Now that I've subdued a treasure like the Flying Immortal Sword, as long as my strength can keep up, I'll definitely be able to unleash its world-destroying power. By then, it will be the Netherworld Hall's doomsday!"

He had never imagined that he would one day possess an Immortal Sword from the Divine Weapon Scroll; it was something countless Prodigies dreamed of but could never obtain.

However, he knew very well that all of this was a gift from the Esteemed Sect Master!

"Thud!"

Ye Xuan knelt before Lin Feng without hesitation, bowing piously and saying with a resolute voice, "Thank you, Esteemed Sect Master, for bestowing upon me the peerless treasure, the Flying Immortal Sword. This disciple will absolutely obey your every command."

Lin Feng nodded slightly, then flicked his finger. A green light shot into Ye Xuan's forehead. "This is the mental cultivation method for the Nine Heavens Sword Art. The move I displayed three days ago was from this sword art. You must study and comprehend it diligently."

Ye Xuan's body trembled, and he prostrated himself before Lin Feng once more, "This disciple will not fail to live up to your great kindness, Esteemed Sect Master."

He was incredibly excited, even imagining that if he mastered the Nine Heavens Sword Art, being invincible among peers would be a given, and even defeating opponents of a higher cultivation level might be possible.

Lin Feng smiled faintly. "The sect has a dedicated training ground and living quarters for Handyman Disciples. You may go there on your own."

"Also, if you require any other cultivation techniques or martial skills, you may retrieve them from the Merit Transmission Tower."

"But, there's one thing you must remember: none of the cultivation techniques or martial skills in the Merit Transmission Tower can be taken by force; they can only be obtained through fate."

"Oh, right, you also have a Senior Disciple Brother. If there's anything you don't understand, you can seek his guidance."

Speaking of which, his expression turned serious. "In our Divine Sword Sect, we value character and integrity above all else. Under no circumstances should fellow disciples harm each other; you must love one another."

He glanced at Ye Xuan indifferently. "If I discover anyone breaking these rules, they will be severely punished without exception."

Ye Xuan felt as if his mind had been pierced by two sharp blades, and he couldn't help but shiver. "This disciple will strictly follow your teachings, Esteemed Sect Master."

Lin Feng nodded, then changed the subject. "You can cultivate wholeheartedly in our Divine Sword Sect. You don't need to worry about the matter of the Netherworld Hall."

"Since you are now a disciple of our Divine Sword Sect, I, as the Sect Master, will naturally protect you."

"If that Netherworld Hall foolishly dares to harass our Divine Sword Sect, I don't mind teaching them a lesson on how to behave."

Although his tone was calm, the dominance in his words was undeniable.

Hearing this, Ye Xuan was so moved he almost burst into tears and quickly prostrated himself in a grand gesture of gratitude.

After nine kowtows, he quickly left to find the living quarters and training ground for the Handyman Disciples.